Today I took my dad to his very first professional soccer match. It was our home team, the Seattle Sounders v. San Jose Earthquakes. My dad’s not a big soccer guy, but he likes sports so I figured we’d have fun. The game itself was well, uh … not the best, but that’s not the point of my story.
Throughout the match, I would lean over and point to a player and tell my dad, “that’s the guy from Federal Way,” or “that’s our player from Hawaii who has been on the Sounders the longest — even before we were an MLS team.” He nodded and listened to me as we watched. A few times he asked me little soccer-rules-related questions, not many though. At one point I found myself explaining “offsides” to him and he turned and said, “yeah, I know that from when you played soccer.”
I only played soccer for one season in fifth grade. The rest of my youth was devoted to basketball and eventually cross-country in high school. I was surprised that my dad even remembered my “soccer days.” He never forgets anything.
And, for a list of things he’s taught me — a lot of them being “never forget to do this or that’s” — please read below.
What my dad has taught me. Note, the list is not in order of importance — just what I can remember right now.
- Always lock the front door — even if you’re at home.
- How to shoot lay-ups and free throws. (I gave up on dunking).
- To insert a double space after periods in word documents, which is actually the format for writing with typewriters. In journalism school, they re-taught me to use one space.
- Always call your mom.
- [In the time of land lines] Always state your name when making a phone call, even if you’re calling your friend’s home.
- Don’t forget to write “thank-you” notes.
- I am (pretty) good at writing family Christmas letters. If it wasn’t for his lack of skills in that department, I would never have known!
- Set the emergency brake, even if you’re not parking on hills.
- Be responsible.
- Never use debit. Always use…
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